An early start saw us crammed into a Nissan Urvan for the transfer to Santa Catalina. These vans are not only designed for small people but also for ones of strange shape and with a total disregard for personal comfort. I think I’ve said this before and given that nobody is going to feel sympathetic best to shut up about it. Even so, it is worth the discomfort for the dramatic reduction in travel time and serious bag carrying that public buses involve. I can’t really describe the journey as I dozed painfully through most of it. There did seem to be a lack of villages and remarkably few places to encourage travellers to stop for refreshment. As we progressed southwards and westwards the land became lower and drier so that cattle once again reasserted themselves as a feature of the landscape. Nearing our destination I even saw a combine harvester but there was little evidence of fields growing stuff that needed combining.
Our accommodation at the Oasis Surf Camp could only be reached by wading through a shallow channel so we should be pretty safe here.
We are staying in little cabins right on the beach so the sound of the surf should lull me to sleep tonight. My cabin is a fetching mauve colour.
The early arrival meant that we had time for lunch before I ventured out to walk along the beach in both directions. In the next cove is a little tent settlement so once again the first and third world rub shoulders fairly closely even in a surfers’ paradise.
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